A Decent Meal(KIERAN)

[Miesha Lucia Feurst]

After much convincing both Miesha and Kieran sat inside of a restaurant, both nicely dressed in casual clothing made by Miesha (out of actual fabric and not sand since it was cheap,) a nice long sleeve scoop neck black dress tight and fitting on Miesha's frame. Miesha fiddled with the soda that sat in front of her, the sugar in the drink making her shudder but enjoying the carbonation on her tongue. She'd never had a soda before and upon the waiter's recommendation the Mountain Dew was half gone by the time it hit the table. The color fascinated the young girl as her eyes glowed warm golden brown in curiosity. She had been very well behaved as of late, the conversation the two held previously sunk in and she'd been trying to accept more responsibility. She'd taken on most of the house duties typically associated with a house wife, having made their home hidden in a small cove she had used her alchemy to make the home warm and bright, like the inside of an average house, which she glowed with pride upon the impressed comments of Kieran.

She thoroughly seemed to enjoy cleaning the house, using her abilities to cleanse salt water into an appropriate cleaning agent. Though she hadn't spoken much to Kieran about the future she obviously liked to focus on the now. It was the first time she'd had a real home in a long time, and the first time ever she'd been able to take care of someone. "So" She smiled brightly across the table at Kieran. "What should we do now? We have food, clothes, a home, and....well....not real money but close enough." She smiled, a bit ashamed of herself. They'd been tricking people with seashells and smooth stones, including the money they would be paying for the meal with tonight. The small thought occurred to the tiny girl that perhaps, they should look into jobs.

[Kieran Lusk]

Kieran shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around the room. He felt paranoid—like the word slave had been burned into his skin, as though someone would figure out the truth. His clothes felt itchy, felt foreign—he had been used to wearing rags covered in dirt. It was supposed to feel luxurious, it was supposed to make him feel confident, but he felt more like a little kid playing dress up. The waiter must have been suspicious, must have noticed something was off. He sipped his water slowly, deciding to ease himself into this life. His eyes flicked to Miesha—she looked normal, she could have easily blended in. Maybe because she hadn’t been trapped for so long, she didn’t have that aura around her, didn’t have that look that screamed broken. He had to admit, she was pulling her weight and then some. Their lives had suddenly become very domestic, which was just plain strange. He didn’t do domestic. This was not his life. It felt like he had been thrown into the twilight zone.

He almost felt bad making her do all of this—he felt as though he has also stripped her of her innocence. She should be able to do what she wanted; she should be off experiencing everything, of making her own mistakes, of running off with her friends. Did she feel like she was missing out? Or did she not even know better? Well, her expression didn’t seem to be hiding any linger sadness. That must have been something. “We can do whatever we want. We are free to choose. What do you want to do?” he asked. His own life might have been ruined, but she still had time. And, that meant being honest, that meant living truthfully. He didn’t want to drag her into some sort of con, a constant lie.

[Miesha Lucia Feurst]

Miesha paused for a moment, going still as she gazed at the wod. "Something....normal...responsible. What do normal responsible people do? Have houses....well we have a house and I like to think I keep it clean.....do normal people have children? I want children." She said thoughtfully to herself. She'd been working hard to grow up, just for Kieran, just because he told her straight how things were. She couldn't live in a bubble as a troubled monstrous princess waiting to be saved. She had to take an initiative. the waiter wandered by again and served them their food, the spices wafted up her sensitive nose, which twitched as her mouth watered. She'd been reading lately, books on ettiquite and mannors and she thought she was doing well. "I've been reading books" She smiled, proud of herself. "I'm learning more about modern normal life. Normal people get married and love each other. Right?" She slid her fork into a scallop and ate it, though physically her body didn't actually require it.

Reaching down into her purse, yes she had a purse, she'd seen normal girls carrying them so she figured to be normal she should have one, she pulled out a handful of lavender seeds and sprinkled them on her meal. Frowning for a moment she looked up at Kieran, a questioning look on her face. "Eating lavender seeds isn't normal is it? I'll have to stop then..."

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